Florir Das Açucenas

In your gaze the blue of the sky.
Laughter of a flowery garden.
I long to be the wind,
To caress your dress.

I have summer yearnings,
In your cherry lips;
To be crystal clear water
To bathe you in the stream.

I wish to be the sun
In the blooming of the lilies,
To slowly tan
All your body, brunette.

I wish to be poetry
Whispering in your ear,
To feel the joy
In your moved heart.

If destiny so desires
I can be a little bird
To wake you up as a woman,
In the comfort of the nest.

That's why I sing for you
And in the night I light up a glow!
Love is the core burning
In the fire of this passion.